Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Legs Eleven

The number of 'em I would have needed had the lunch run taken place. From the moment I reached the top of the stairs at work I knew I wasn't going to run. Three flights of stairs was all it took for me to hit the 'burn' - that's poor. We have rescheduled for tomorrow. An hour on the bike and a bit of a row this evening should sort me out.

Is that a cake I smell burning?....